In a dusty attic he found a magazine Full of gods and heroes of deities and queens He took it at his bible with religion in his eyes He saw his life before him? he saw his name in lights
And what will become of him? This day and age has no time for dinosaur taking the stage It's tragic catastrophe 'Cause there's nothing else that he can do
Choirs of computer sing The mannequins played guitar so covicingly tonight The man says "Boy, get a real job Take off all that make-up"
He wipes the tears and glitter from his tired and aching eyes The the easy life, the faceless race, he never will resign Life is cruel and we all die, but he takes it on the chin With the sweet majestic feeling of a chourus kicking in
And what will become of him? This day and age has no time for dinosaur taking the stage It's tragic catastrophe 'Cause there's nothing else that he can do
Choirs of computer sing The mannequins played guitar so covicingly tonight The man says "Boy, get a real job Take off all that make-up"
Choirs of computer sing The mannequins played guitar so covicingly tonight The man says "Boy, get a real job Take off all that make-up"